Trapped

You're going down

Back at the PD in our office is where we put Michael, because the interrogation room is being used by another officer and they only have one room.

Shepard tells Michael to stand up and he moves the cuffs around to the front.
"Shepard, I'm done" says a bold short man, who's standing in front of our office's door.
Shepard nods and says "let's go, Michael."

We escort him into a room, which I guess is the interrogation room? Maybe.
The room has three metal chairs, a metal table in the middle, and I pray to God a two-way mirror.
But, everything is stupid in this town, so it might be just a normal mirror.
"Sit down, kid" says Shepard then walks closer to me "follow me out," he says and I do.
"I'll have a talk with him first, we don't want him looking a lot at you and finding out."
I don't know if he didn't recognize me because it was dark outside or he did and played it cool.
He is full of surprises.
"Yeah, right."
"Watch us from there," he points at a closed door.
"Thank god" I say. It is a two way mirror.
He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head then sighs. "Alright? I'll go," he says and I nod.

As I watch through the mirror, I find Shepard having a very strange look on his face as he sets up the recorder on the table. He then sat in front of Michael, the recorder between them.
He then, dropped his elbows on the table rubbing his shaking face with both hands.
"I'm going to help you, kid" he says, his voice calm, as calm as a shadowy dark night. "I want to help you, and I'm going to do everything I can for you."
"Yeah sure, thanks so why am I here then?"
Michael smiles the smile of a kid who is about to eat the biggest brownie he's ever seen.
"I know you did all of it, we all know," he says still smiling "so, stop denying it, kid."
"I did nothing."
Zac sighs "I'm doing everything I can for you, I have to or your mother would never forgive me if I didn't. But you've got to be cooperative."
"Damn it, my mother doesn't give a shit about you."
"What're you saying?" He now puts his hands on the table.
"Just because you and her slept together once doesn't mean she has feelings for you and shit." Michael sounds so frustrated. I can see the anger in his eyes, the hurt in his voice.
"How did you know?" That's right how did he know.
Maybe, his mother told him?
"Doesn't matter," he shrugs his shoulders.
"It's over, Michael." Shepard says
"What's over?"
"We know everything."
"Well, what you know is wrong"
"Admit it. You are sick. You did all of those bad things because you have a mental illness and need help."

He needs to rot in prison for the rest of his life.

"Oh stop it, I had nothing to do with the
murders of those girls" he slams his right hand on the table.
"Kid, everything you say now can work against you or with you," Shepard sounds serious, calm "be careful what you say."
A smile starts on the right side of Michaels face.
"I didn't do anything."
"You did it."
"I didn't."
"I want to he..."
"Oh, just stop with this. If you wanted to help me you wouldn't be determined to make me confess something I didn't do."
"But, you did do it."
"Nope" he smiles
"I know you did it. You know you did it."
"You're full of shit, Shepard," Michael chuckles "if you wanna find the real psychopath, it ain't me."
"Look kid, I can't help you if you don't help me."
"I don't want your help. I don't need it. I'm innocent."
"You're not."
"I am, and sooner or later you'll see. You're just wasting time here."
"Goddamned it." Shepard says and storms out of the room.

My phone rings and I see that it's dad who's calling, I leave the room and walk to the restroom.
"Hey, dad." I smile. I haven't talked to him and I really missed him.
"Hello, how are you?" He says.
A familiar sound of a loved one can actually make you feel better.
"I'm great, and you?"
"Fine, just got home I saw a very weird thing today."
I also missed this. Us talking about cases or weird things that happen in our day.
"What?"
"There's this kid, you probably know him Jordan the 15 year old"
"Yeah, he keeps coming in telling us he drank booze or did drugs." I can't help it but smile.
How could be a person so bad yet so pure.
He uses drugs, drinks and hangs out with gangsters who cause problems twenty-four seven. Yet, he can't sleep at night if he doesn't confess.
"Yeah, well guess what he did today?"
"What? He stole something and confessed?"
"Nah, he said he wants to work undercover to take down those big drug dealers.."
"What're they called?" I cut him off. Damn it.
Can they be??
My heart begins to race.
"They go by the name RedSkie," he says "why have you heard of them?"